Gwen wrote that Andrew came home shaken after I told him about the baby, holding onto my pregnancy test. He hadn’t even made it through
dinner
before Matilda, their mother, realized something was wrong and pushed it out of him.
And just like that, I was back there.
“Andrew didn’t leave her.”
***
Cold bleachers, my hands shaking, and Andrew staring at me like he knew something was wrong.
“What is it?” he’d asked. “Heather, you’re scaring me.”
“I’m pregnant.”
He went white. Then he took both my hands. “Okay. Okay, babe.”
I remember staring at him. “Okay?”
“We’ll figure it out,” he said. His voice was shaking, but he didn’t let go of me. “Okay?”
“Heather, you’re scaring me.”
***
Back in my kitchen, Leo whispered, “So he knew.”
“Yes, I told him, honey. I promise you.”
I kept reading.
Matilda had exploded. Their father already had a transfer lined up out of state, and she decided they were leaving early. Andrew begged to come see me first. He begged to stay long enough to explain. She refused.
Then Gwen wrote the part that made my vision blur.
Andrew wrote letters, but his mother intercepted them.
Matilda had exploded.
I didn’t get one.
I pushed back so hard my chair scraped.
“No.”
Leo stood up. “Mom…”
“No.” I grabbed the edge of the counter. “No, there’s no way.”
“There’s more,” he said gently.
I looked at him.
